Untitled Son

half of my mind release. far from a peice. seen so many plenty pockets empty barry homies of mine in the ground from da streets. little to gain starving to eat. eyes wide open still they be sleep. under street lights countin cash instead of countin sheep. dame shit can get deep. thats why i need pussy often to put me to sleep. god willing allow me not to fall from these bricks that im building while wit my fam thats taking care of me. lane change accidents left behind make a heart weak. if i tell you I got you then dont worry in time its gonna bem like pimples. wu tang got me on a triumph mission. put my words on paper will only get you lost inside my minds eye. verbal suicide yet i choose to thrive born to strive.